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But chile, don’t get it twisted—findin’ a prostitute ain’t my Saturday night plan. I’m just sayin’, if you gonna do it, know the game! Watch yo’ back like Leo dodgin’ the feds. “Don’t you dare pick up that phone!”—that’s me yellin’ at you if you dumb enough to get scammed. Some of ‘em slicker than a greased pig, takin’ yo’ money and poof—gone! I’d be hot as fish grease, swear on my mama’s grave.

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I've got XL Jet Fins and they are dead easy to get on and off with my Seaskin. I suppose it depends on the size of the foot, mine are a diddy size 7.

I finally find a bench to chill on. I’m trying to breathe, you know? Just when I think I can relax, I see this old bloke walking his dog. The dog’s got more energy than I do! It’s running around, barking at everything. And then, it decides my shoelaces are the enemy. I’m wrestling with this dog, trying to keep my shoes intact. I’m like, “Mate, I’m not your chew toy!”

Tom Morrison